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i didn't mean to burn my halo
with poison gas and earth's disease
i was created with free will
but cursed to not do as i please
with poison gas and earth's disease
i was created with free will
but cursed to not do as i please
i didn't mean to lose my feathers
in tangled limbs, ideal's storm
it's cold up here amongst the living
but the hell's concrete's always warm
in tangled limbs, ideal's storm
it's cold up here amongst the living
but the hell's concrete's always warm
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